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“···What are you thinking about?”
“I guess you think similarly.”
Daein and Cheongun stood side by side, looking up at the sky with the same blank expression.
-There was a big hole in the sky.
To be exact, it was a gaping hole in the middle of the cloud. It was a trace of the Pacheonmu (破天舞) dance that Geomseong had personally demonstrated.
It had been quite some time since Geomseong had demonstrated the Pacheonmu. After demonstrating it once, Geomseong said he was tired and went inside the hut.
But the two people still couldn’t leave their seats.
“······.”
Over and over again, hundreds and thousands of times. The scene wouldn’t leave my head.
‘If the legendary blue dragon ascended to the sky, would it look like this?’
Cheong-un saw the great swordsmanship that his master had demonstrated. He realized how much of a frog in a well he had been, having been arrogant about being strong.
Cheongun had the talent to roughly imitate any herbivore just by seeing it once, but Pacheonmu didn’t even dare to do that. He was only filled with awe.
‘The Master is great, but how great is the Sword Emperor who created such martial arts?’
Cheongun shook his head repeatedly. It was truly a state of enlightenment. He could not have imagined it in his current state.
On the other hand, the feelings felt by Daein, the successor of Pacheon Shingong, were a little different.
The man looked at the traces of clouds swirling upward in a vortex shape and thought.
‘I still can’t do it if you tell me to, but… I got the hint.’
Pacheonmu was a martial art that was the culmination of the martial arts of the Sword Emperor. A great man who knew the secrets and mastered Pacheonshinkong could only have a high level of understanding.
‘···The things I learned while fighting with the yellow monkey earlier are also helpful.’
In the great man’s mind, the black swordsman was still performing the Pacheonmu.
However, the face gradually changed from black to his own. He put himself in that position and performed the Pacheonmu in his imagination.
“you···?”
Cheong-un noticed that the Great Man was absorbed in mental imagery training and became alert to his surroundings. He stood next to the Great Man to protect him.
‘Anyway, both the teacher and the student are monsters.’
The man, unaware of the fact, kept his eyes closed and continued to draw pictures in his head.
What Geomseong showed was a half-baked Pacheonmu.
On the other hand, what the great man imagined was real. A perfect martial art that was performed by utilizing internal energy through the Pacheon Shingong.
What would actually happen if it were actually unfolded is still unimaginable.
“Phew···.”
The great man slowly opened his eyes after finishing his mental training. Before he knew it, dawn had passed and day was breaking.
“What? It’s already this late?”
“You were so absorbed in it that you didn’t even realize how much time had passed. Did you gain some insight?”
Daein tilted his head at Cheongun’s question.
“well.”
Enlightenment. Until recently, the great man had not believed such vague words.
But now, somehow, I think I know.
‘Enlightenment is nothing special. If you just know that one thing is wrong, and you can fix it and become better than before, then that is enlightenment.’
Enlightenment is not limited to grand things like Ogijowon and Samhwachwijeong.
Since coming to the world of martial arts, Daein has become stronger and continues to become stronger. The entire process was enlightenment.
“I guess so.”
Cheongwoon’s eyebrows twitched at the ambiguous laughter of the great man. He was stimulated by the great man who continued to move forward.
“Just wait. I’ll catch up soon.”
“I see.”
“Ugh!”
The great man snickered when he saw Cheong-un’s displeased expression.
‘This guy is really talented. If he puts his mind to it, he’ll catch up to me in no time.’
The Great Man thought so. He was probably the only one in the martial arts world who thought that way.
Then Geomseong poked his head out of the hut and said.
“You guys. You still haven’t left?”
“Master!”
The face of the swordsman looked quite pale. Even with his abilities, it was somewhat difficult for him to perform the Pacheonmu.
The elder approached the swordsman and bowed respectfully.
“Thanks to you, I found the last martial arts achievement left behind by the Emperor. How can I repay you···.”
I was sincere.
In the first place, obtaining Pacheonmu was the purpose of Daein coming to the world of martial arts – even though he ended up getting involved in all sorts of things.
Geumseong smiled with a pale face. His smile was still like that of an innocent boy.
“It was fate that led from my brother to me, and then to you. You don’t have to thank me.”
Geumseong stared blankly at the man for a moment. His eyes were searching through old memories.
“I was also an illegitimate child.”
“yes?”
“Like Brother Namgung, my mother also came from humble origins. Maybe that’s why we got along so well from the moment we first met.”
Geumseong was from the Moryong family. However, his origins were humble.
Anyone who reads the Geomhwangbirok could easily guess how Geomseong was treated during his childhood.
“My older brother was my idol. At a young age, he defeated the head of the Namgung family and received an apology for insulting him and his mother when he was young. As if that wasn’t enough, he even created the Geomhwangmun in front of the Namgung family.”
As if the memories of the past were pleasant, Geomseong laughed heartily.
“My brother told me to do the same, but I didn’t. At that time, I wasn’t on bad terms with my family. . . My mother was still alive.”
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‘You must have gotten stronger so your family must have been jealous.’
Geumseong was smiling, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.
A hundred years had passed since the last Jeongma War. Few people knew that Geomseong was the illegitimate child of the Moryong family.
Even if they know, they won’t dare to say anything for fear of the power of the Mo Yong family.
“After the end of the Jeongma War, I didn’t return to Sega, but instead wandered around most of the time. I defeated evildoers, took in many disciples, and lived a fun life in my own way.”
Geomseong looked at Cheongun with pleased eyes. Cheongun was the best talent among his disciples.
‘I thought you could become the greatest master of all time. That was until I saw your disciple.’
Cheongwoon felt his teacher’s gaze, which was somewhat burdensome, and said with a puzzled look.
“Master. You are not leaving a will to become a monk right now, are you?”
Taaak! The blacksmith grabbed the disciple’s head.
“Don’t worry, you punk. I’ll live to torment you for another 100 years.”
“Yes, please do so.”
Cheongun said this with a smile, even while holding his head. The teacher and student joked around freely.
Looking at that sight, the man thought.
‘As expected. Geomseong doesn’t know that Mo Yongse helped destroy Geom Hwangmun 15 years ago.’
If Geomseong had known that fact, he would never have left it alone, even if it was his own Sega.
‘Until now, the Five Great Sages have kept this fact completely secret. Furthermore, Geomseong has cut off most of his ties with the secular world and has no interest in outside news. But now···’
The man’s eyes sparkled as several ideas came to mind.
‘I should tell Biyoung where the sword is and give her a hint. She’s a smart girl, so she’ll figure out the rest.’
It was a moment when Biyoung’s control over the Five Great Clans was further strengthened.
***
Meeting with Geomseong took more time than expected. Daein and Cheongun hurriedly returned to where the Demon Sect was waiting.
Geomseong saw them off. Next to him, Geum-o, who had disappeared into the forest, was following him, holding Geomseong’s hand.
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
Geum-oh tried to express something to the man with hand and foot gestures. Of course, the man did not understand at all.
“What is this guy saying?”
“I hope you take care of me in the future. That’s probably what it means.”
“-yes?”
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Geum-oh let go of Geom-seong’s hand and came next to the man. Then he reached out his hand to the man.
The man looked at Geum-oh with a trembling expression.
“whatever?”
Ukkikki!
As the man remained still, Geum-oh grabbed the man’s hand and stood next to him.
Geomseong said with a smile.
“It looks like you’re planning to follow Janelle.”
“···Why?”
“How could I possibly know all that? Maybe Janelle reminds me of my dead brother, or maybe she wants to make me the leader since she lost the fight.”
The man didn’t look too happy about being with the monkey executioner.
“Haven’t you been taking good care of me until now, Your Majesty?”
“I’m sad, but I think I like you more. Maybe because you’re a young man. Actually, that guy is a female.”
“!!”
The man, whose hair was on his head, slapped Geum-oh’s hand away. Geom-seong held his stomach and laughed.
“Hahaha! Just kidding. He’s a male, so you don’t have to worry about being seduced.”
“There are some jokes in this world that should not be told···.”
But Geomseong laughed for a while longer. He laughed so hard that tears welled up in his eyes.
“Ah. I’m finally starting to calm down. Then, be careful on your way.”
“Master, I will see you again soon.”
Cheongun and the members of the Demon Destruction Corps who had been watching the legendary swordsman from afar bowed their heads in respect.
He had a sullen expression, perhaps because he was only teasing adults.
“Take care of your health. You may look my age, but you look older than me.”
As the elder grumbled, Geomseong snickered and said.
“Don’t worry about me, and cherish the present relationship. There’s no use missing it later. The friends from back then, the enemies from back then. They’re all just from back then.”
Although he spoke calmly, the man felt loneliness in Geumseong’s words.
‘I think it would be nice for older people to remain friends in their later years.’
A sudden thought occurred to him, and the man spoke.
“If only.”
“···?”
“For example, what would you think if the Cheonma that fought during the previous Jeongma War were still alive?”
Geomseong tilted his head, then smiled and said.
“I want to drink and curse at Namgung hyung together. I think we could drink and talk for days.”
His smile was as innocent as when we first met.
The man nodded and said.
“Okay, just wait and don’t go far away.”
“huh?”
Instead of explaining in detail, the man nodded. It would be more fun to surprise him later.
“We will be going now.”
“Okay. Be careful on your way.”
Daein, Cheongun, and the Demon Kings who followed them left.
The blacksmith stood there until their figures shrank to the point where they were no longer visible. He stood there for a long time, as he had far surpassed human limitations.
“That Geum-oh guy. You should get along well without fighting with the priest···.”
Geomseong, who was worried about Geum-oh who had left his side, soon recalled the scene of Daein fighting Geum-oh.
“Dude. Your moves were really good…”
Then suddenly, it occurred to me that the actions the man was showing were very similar to someone I knew in the past.
It was so old that I wasn’t sure.
Until just a moment ago.
‘What would you think if the Cheonma you fought with during the Jeongma War were alive?’
Starting with the hint given by the great man, old memories of Geomseong began to come back to me one by one.
‘I learned most of my martial arts skills through self-study.’
“···That movement is not something you can learn on your own. You have to learn it.”
A simple yet efficient flow.
A unique feature that was secretly mixed into the law.
The trajectories of the sword that had almost killed him several times in the past were overlapped with the Great Man’s sword.
And the meaningful smile shown by the great man at the end.
‘Don’t go far and wait.’
Why didn’t I notice it sooner?
Geomseong opened his eyes wide and muttered the name of the person who had taught him martial arts.
“Cheonmu-geuk···.”
The leader of the Cheonma cult who spread fear throughout the world 100 years ago.
“Was Cheonmu-geuk alive? Did he even teach the descendants of Geomhwang?”
Geumseong shook his head, thinking that it was nonsense.
But what if that nonsense is true?
“Heh heh···.”
The blacksmith remained motionless for a long time.
***
“Click click.”
Manbaknogoe, the old man who was once the leader of the Cheonmasingyo, let out his characteristic laugh.
“Those damn guys. They treat the elderly poorly.”
The place he was in was not exposed to sunlight, and the walls and floors were covered in mold. Not a single person was coming or going.
Well, if someone finds out, he’ll be in a lot of trouble.
So that’s why he put himself in such a deep dungeon.
“Knock knock knock….”
Cheonmu-geuk felt that his remaining life was quickly fading away.
From the beginning, his body was broken and he wouldn’t live long.
Now that even my danjeon was damaged and my limbs were like stakes driven into them, it was only natural that the time would be shortened even further.
“Kk···. Cool!”
Blood poured out of his mouth. It was a bad sign. However, Cheonmu-geuk no longer cared about his own body.
The only thing he was worried about now was the safety of his only disciple.
“Daein-ah. You shouldn’t come here···.”
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